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Sounds lively up there.

The rabble are out
in force tonight.

The list.

Of those summoned
to speak against you.

A long list.

Jud Paynter?

You know him?

He was my servant.

Well, now he's the Crown's.

The testimony of a loyal servant
against his former master?

Nail in the coffin.

Mrs. Poldark!

How delightful.

Mr. Penvenen.

To think of us
meeting again so soon.

And may I introduce
my niece Caroline?

Mistress
Demelza Poldark

of Nampara.

And Mr. Unwin
Trevaunance.

Are you here
for the election, ma'am?

No, ma'am--
for the assizes.

Oh, yes.

Unwin, were you not telling me
there was a Poldark

to be tried this week?

That's my husband, ma'am.

And is he guilty?

What did he do?

Well, if I were the judge,

I would sentence him
to be returned to his wife

without delay.

That must be the crowd
clamoring for me.

Will you join me outside?

Why not?

I enjoy a baying mob.

May I be
of service, ma'am?

Well, since you mention it...

For pity's sake!

Must we always have
these dire predictions?

Not once have I known you
forecast an outcome

which was remotely
cheering.

I'm not divining
the future.

I'm entertaining myself
with a game of snap.

Go to Bodmin,
Elizabeth.

You'll never be
satisfied

till you do.

This election?

'Tis a joke!

What difference
do it make?

Who suffers
when mines close?

Not fancy folk.

Stuffed to the gizzards with beef

while we scrape by
on black bread and beech leaves!

In France,
they wouldn't stand for it.

It's come here to Bodmin soon enough.

It won't be long before it
reaches you down in Truro.

Been out there,have ye?

'Tis like
a powder keg.

Dr. Enys!

What brings ye here?

Same as you, Prudie.

To speak
for Captain Ross?

As I'm sure we all will.

Mr. Paynter,
are you ill?

Dammit, can a man not study
the innards of a jug

without being clepp'd
malingerer?

I commend you to your studies.

Going out there?

Have a care.

It will take but a spark.

Your defense is proving more of a challenge

than I'd anticipated.

Do you have the document from Harris Pascoe?

Your Last Will and Testament.

Influence?

I do not have that sort
of influence, ma'am,

and it would prejudice your
husband's case, not help it.

But if it was put
the right way?

If it were put
any way, ma'am.

No, no, no,

I wouldn't dream of trying
to persuade a judge.

Believe me,
I sympathize.

I really do.

I do dearly hope that the court
look kindly on your husband.

But the surest way

of attaining the opposite
would be to try

and influence the judge.

I see.

Forgive me, sir.

I'm a little despairing.

Is he a kindly man?

In appearance, I mean.

Justice Lister?

Somewhat severe.

Small and stout?

Tall and lean.

Does he likes his port?

Resolutely sober.

If there's to be
a reckoning,

it's as well to have
one's affairs in order.

Little as there is
of value.

My household effects,
my shares in Wheal Leisure...

Mr. Pascoe mentions
a "Wheal Grace."

My father's old mine.

It's derelict.

But still yours,
and still deemed an asset.

Not by me.

I deem it a worthless hole
in the ground.

But by all means,
let me bequeath it to my wife,

along with my other debts
and liabilities.

I really have left her nothing.

Ow!

Oh, dear!

My deepest apologies.

Are you hurt?

Only my dignity, sir.

May I assist you
to a chair?

Some port, perhaps?

No, thank you.

I never touch it, sir.

Are you stalking me,
Dr. Enys?

Not at all, ma'am.

But now I'm here,
may I be of service?

Can you prescribe something
to keep me awake?

You find the election boring?

Exceedingly dull.

And the rabble out there
insufferable.

Oh, I grant you
it seems unpleasant.

But take each man for himself
and he's likeable enough.

Are you a Jacobin,

like Ross Poldark?

It's clear you don't know
Ross Poldark.

No, but I expect to
tomorrow,

and I'd hope
for better entertainment

than I've had here tonight.

Perhaps you're the sort
who takes a window at Tyburn

for the pleasure of seeing
someone choked to death.

And is it any business of yours
if I am?

No,

I'm thankful not.

Gentlemen!

I have here the results
of the Bodmin constituency!

Chenhalls, Michael: 2,250.

Dagge, Hugh: 1,203.

Trevaunance, Unwin: 1,203.

It's a tie for second place!

Farcical state of affairs!

There will have to be
a second vote

to decide
the remaining seat.

There can be
no question of that.

The key is to regard yourself
as elected and act accordingly.

How? I'm tied in second place!

GEORGE:The chair, man,
take a second chair!

Claim your seat before Dagge
has a chance to contest it!

Come now,
there's no time to lose.

Who is he?!

Who are ye?

Uh, well...

D'you know me?

D'you speak for me?

I'm your elected
member of...

Who elected ye?

Did I?

Did any here?

No!

Ye don't speak for me!

But maybe this will.

Turn it round.

Get me back inside!

I hope he brought
his rose water!

There'll be a reckoning marque.

Commons don' 'old
wi' bein' tramp'd underfoot!

Bring down the fancy folk
and let the poor rise!

Nay, ye shan't muzzle me!

I'm a free man--
I've a right to speak!

Apparently not.

This has not helped
our cause.

Mission accomplished.

Unwin has established
his claim.

Almost at the expense
of his own life!

Is it always like this
in Bodmin?

I couldn't say--
I live near Truro.

I'm only here
for tomorrow's trial.

You speak
for Ross Poldark?

I look forward to seeing you
acquit yourself.

Happily, it's not I
who is on trial.

Are you quite
certain of that?

You flatter yourself, ma'am.

Are all men
so odiously conceited?

I shouldn't put conceit

as the particular property
of one sex.

How gracious of you
to correct me, sir.

I wonder you're so solicitous
for one you so clearly despise.

You're mistaken, madam.

I neither solicit nor despise.

That rabble!

Have they no respect
for their betters

or for the law?

I mean, someone
needs to take them

by the scruff
of the neck and...

Oh good god,
what is the woman doing?

She'll hang her husband
if she's not careful.

So let me ask, your Lordship,
how can a body judge

if a person
be telling the truth?

Well...

For some of them
be so downright convincing

and have all the evidence
to back them up.

But if the evidence be false?

Excuse me.

For instance,

if a body
did know the truth

about an accused,

wouldn't he or she
then be obliged to speak?

Most assuredly.

In the appropriate place,

which would be the court.

Then put the case, sir,

that a body
knowed some other body

who paid money

so that other bodies
might speak lies.

You list a great many bodies,
ma'am.

Are any of them
here now?

Well, in truth,

seeing as you do
ask me directly,

your Lordship...

Mistress Demelza,
what a pleasure to see you.

And your Lordship--
out unusually late?

Indeed, sir.

Though not unagreeably detained.

You must be grateful
for the distraction, ma'am.

Were you speaking
of your husband?

Of course,
you will meet him tomorrow.

Sir?

Ross Poldark.

When he comes before you
in court.

Oh.

You were not aware?

No, sir, I was not.

You will pardon me, ma'am.

Sir.

Let me accompany you.

What do you make of this assault
on our newly elected MP?

Barely escaped with his life.

If this goes on, we'll have
revolution on our hands.

In Cornwall?

People are fearful, sir.

People are wondering when
a clear message will be sent.

Those who stir up disorder

should expect
the severest penalty.

Would you not agree?

I do, sir.

Beg pardon, sir,
there's a gentleman within.

A Mr. Francis Poldark?

Oh, yes.

Francis.

Francis?

Locked, sir.

From the inside.

We may need
to break it down.

Nay, it will damage it.

Dammit, man,
Mr. Poldark may be ill.

He may even...

This is the statement
I've prepared for you.

You may find it a little
contrite for your taste.

There are limits,
even if one's neck is at stake.

So you'd go to the gallows
on a point of principle?

Of course, it's your life
to do as you please.

Are you a fatalist, Enys?

Or do you believe
that we are

masters of our own destiny?

Well...

Because a short
while ago, I...

...pointed this at my head
and it misfired.

The flint went down,
but the powder did not ignite.

Since then,
I've been trying to decide

whether to do it again.

I agree
it's in very poor taste

to use your hospitality
for such a purpose,

but I, uh...

Anyway, the thing's
not done, so...

...for the moment,

you have a talkative companion
instead of a silent one.

I don't understand.

Why would you wish...?

Francis, you are young,
propertied, respected.

You have a beautiful wife,
a healthy son...

Stop!

Or I shall weep for joy.

Let's have some brandy, hm?

At any rate,
I can do no damage

until I have fresh powder.

I hope you will reconsider.

Here's to the devil.

Lord knows whose side
he's been on tonight.

Why do you hate him?

What has he ever done
to deserve it?

I doubt you'd understand.

Because I am not
so well-bred as you?

I am a miner's daughter,

but you are
a blacksmith's grandson.

What is the difference?

The difference is that you will
always be a miner's daughter,

whereas I am a gentleman.

I am a gentleman's wife.

Soon to be a gentleman's widow.

Got a wife.

Got a family.

You don't think it's worth

making this concession
for their sakes?

I appreciate your efforts.

But I cannot put my name
to beggary and flattery.

Dammit, man,
you have no choice!

The case against you
is too strong.

It's not a question

of whether you'll be
found guilty, but when,

and what the sentence will be.

All you can do is paint
a penitent figure

so that you may
escape the worst.

The worst, I tell you.

Perhaps you will consider that
before you sleep tonight.

Did you have better luck?

If anything,
I've made it worse.

What did you hope
to achieve?

I don't know.

Anything.

Verity, I lost my child.

How could I bear it
if I lost Ross too?

Ask me, Enys.

Am I cleaning it to put away,

or do I intend
to use it again?

Do you?

If I see a suitable target.

What ye be up to,
ye lizardy lousedy pissabed?

Up to? I?

Innocent as
a newborn babe!

Witnesses primed,
and we've augmented the crowd

with persons who share
our view of the accused

and will not scruple
to make their voices heard.

And his Lordship?

Is immune to persuasion.

On the contrary.

I believe he was
persuaded last night

without a penny
changing hands.

Jack Tripp, on your feet!

Do you go before the court?

With head held high.

And sore, no doubt.

Not for long.

The noose is a great curer
for headaches.

I wish you justice,
if there's any to be found.

Which there ain't,

as we both do know.

So luck it must be.

For us both, then.

As ringleader and instigator
of the affray

in which you did unlawfully
assemble together

a violent and unruly mob,
you have been found guilty.

It now only remains for me

to pass the dreadful sentence
of the law,

which is that you be taken
from hence

to a place of execution,

where you will be hanged
by the neck

until you die.

Call Ross Poldark.

Murderer!

Murderer!

Murderer!

Order!

Why do they cry murder?

That is not the charge.

Silence in court!

So many against him?

Only the ones paid
by George.

But if the jury
believe them?

Ross Vennor Poldark,

you stand accused that
you did incite riot,

viciously attack
a customs officer,

and did plunder diverse goods
belonging to a ship in distress.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Let the court beware this man!

The devil in gent's clothing!

He stole my daughter,

debauched an' left her unfit
for neither man nor beast!

Have him taken.

And when I did go
to the rescue of my child,

this man did
viciously assault I,

a poor, god-fearing man,

in his dotage,
with fists and with weapons.

I tell you, this man
do think himself above the law,

do think he may take
whatever he please,

and never pay the price for it.

I do implore the court

to see that justice
be done

in the name of I

and all who've suffered
at his hands!

Continue.

Gentlemen of the jury...

You'll recall that
in this summer's great winds,

a ship got into distress

and was driven ashore
on Hendrawna Beach,

just below the house
of the accused.

You might expect that
such a man's first thought

would be the safety
of the poor souls aboard.

Instead,
he sought to rouse

the lawless spirits
of the district

so that when the wreck came in,

it might be plundered
with the utmost dispatch.

Witnesses will testify
that the accused

personally directed
the plunder,

and that survivors
from the wreck

were beaten as they
struggled ashore.

When a contingent of soldiers
and excise men arrived,

the prisoner warned them
not to interfere

and threatened them
with violence if they did.

When they nonetheless
went down to the beach,

they were set upon
by the accused.

One of them received

near-fatal injuries.

Did you see the prisoner attack
the customs officer?

Yes, sir.

See'd him strike a blow
across his face

and kick him when he's down.

Bloody liar!

That's a lie!

"Roused from sleep," you say?

Aye, sir. By him, sir.

Saying what?

"Pickings for all!

"Hendrawna beach,
wreck's coming in!

Strip her
to the last plank!"

And when you reached
Hendrawna Beach,

what did you see
the accused do?

Pluck cargo from the sea,
pile it up on the strand,

and direct others
to do the same.

Did you see him assault
the customs officer?

Aye, sir.

Assault, sir.

Terrible thing, sir.

Order!

Ephraim Oliver, you were on the beach

on the night
of January the seventh last.

What did you see?

OLIVER:That man strike a gauger
across his skull

and kicked him to the ground
and leave him for dead.

William Fiddick, how close were you to the accused

when he struck John Coppard,
the excise man?

As close as you be to me, sir,

and felt the blow like it was
across me own head.

Sergeant Tremayne, the prisoner warned you

not to go to the beach,
and yet you did so.

Why was that?

Well, I felt he was casting doubts upon my resolve...

Oh, Demelza!

Is it not intolerable in there?

I could scarce breathe.

Nor I.

I came for Francis.

I never thanked you
for tending me in my sickness.

You saved my son.

And at such a cost.

How can you bear it?

I'm with child again.

Is Ross glad?

I've not told him.

If things go ill today...

Pray God they do not.

I must...

Of course.

Call Jud Paynter.

Describe to us, Mr. Paynter,

what took place
the night of the gale.

So there's Prudie--
that's the wife--

snoring fit
to rouse the dead,

when along come
Captain Ross, saying,

"Ship gone ashore
down Hendrawna."

I cannot believe he would turn
against Ross like this.

Yes?

Yes.

And what did he do?

Do?

Did he urge you
to do anything?

Urge?

Oh, aye.

He says to I,

"Roust the rest of the village
and head down to the shore."

Did he give you
a reason?

Reason?

Aye.

"Come now," he says,
"sharp as you can,

for likely there's..."

"...women and children aboard

who need saving
from a watery grave..."

Come, man, recollect yourself.

Think what you're saying.

Aye, that's what he said,
right enough.

And I tell you, man,
to think again.

What you say is not
in accordance

with your sworn
statement.

"When Captain Poldark
came to my house,

"he told me to hurry
and rouse the village

"because there was a wreck,
and the sooner it was stripped,

the better before
the authorities turned up."

No, sir,
I never said them words

and I never thought them
neither.

I would remind you,
Mr. Paynter,

this statement was made
before witnesses

and read aloud to you
before you signed.

Aye, well, sir, see...

I is hard of hearing.

So it's likely I misheard
what they said

and they misheard
what I said.

Mr. Bull,

I would have thought
it was clear

that this witness
has committed perjury,

either now or when he made
his original statement.

I would suggest that you
turn him out of the box

and get on
with your case.

You should have brandished
less carrot and more stick.

We could not possibly
have foreseen...

I beg to differ.

These people have
peculiar loyalties.

What of Captain Bray?

Did you manage
to prevail there?

Call Captain Bray!

Describe, Captain Bray,

the sight that met your eyes
as you came ashore that night.

Like Dante's Inferno.

Drunken men cavorting,

mules struggling beneath
the spoils from the ship.

All semblance of order gone.

It was as close to hell
as I ever hope to come.

And your passengers and crew?

Confronted by viciousness of the grossest kind.

I had to stand guard to prevent
them being torn to pieces.

Thank you, Captain Bray.

Your description
would strike a chill

into the heart
of any decent human being.

The prisoner begs leave

to question the witness.

Granted.

Captain Bray,
do you recall seeing me

on the beach that night?

You came and offered me
and my passengers shelter

in your house.

And did you see
or hear me

encouraging anyone
to wreck your ship?

It was dark, sir,

but I don't believe I'd set eyes
on you until that moment.

Did you see
the meeting of myself

and the captain
of the soldiers?

As I recall, you warned him
not to go down to the beach.

And did I accompany you into my house, sir?

You did.

Thank you.

One moment, Captain.

How long did the accused
stay with you

after you entered the house?

About five minutes.

He said that his wife was ill
and he needed to tend her.

When did you see him again?

About two hours later.

So there was nothing
to prevent him

leaving the house
as soon as you were settled

and returning to the beach
to attack the excise men?

I suppose not.

Thank you--
you may stand down.

It is no exaggeration to suggest
that what we have here

is a revolutionary:

self-serving,
contemptuous of his class,

careless
of other's property.

Of all the crimes
that were committed that night,

this man was the instigator
and chief perpetrator.

It is not within my scope
to call to attention

the previous acts
of lawlessness

that have marred
the accused's character.

Objection!

Confine yourself
to the present allegations,

Mr. Bull.

But it is relevant
to draw conclusions

from statements made
by the accused

at the time
of his arrest.

Statements purporting
to explain his actions,

justify them,

and which brand him
an obvious admirer

of the bloodshed

and tyranny
in France.

Asked if he encouraged the riot
which broke out on the beach,

"I did not consider it a riot."

Asked if he approved
of plunder and lawlessness,

"Do you approve
of whole families

being without sufficient food
to keep them alive?"

Asked what part he played

in the death
of Matthew Sanson,

"Regrettably,
none whatsoever."

If you have ever heard
a more damning indictment

from a prisoner's own mouth,
I would frankly be amazed.

Such a man is a danger
to us all.

The country
and justice itself

deserves
the severest penalty.

The Crown rests its case.

Witnesses
for the defense?

Are there any?

Call Dwight Enys.

My Lord, I am the physician
who attended

Captain Poldark's
wife and child

during their attack
of the putrid throat.

At that time,

I was constantly
in the house

and can testify that
Captain Poldark had no sleep

for almost a week.

His only child died
and was buried

but a few days
before the wreck.

On the day itself...

I formed the opinion that he had
suffered a mental breakdown.

I consider that any strangeness
in his actions

should almost entirely be
attributed to that.

You're an apothecary?

A physician, sir.

A licentiate of the London
College of Physicians

and a Cornishman by birth.

And an expert
in mental afflictions?

I did not say so.

Then your views on the matter
can hardly be expected

to carry much weight.

I believe they can, sir.

In my view, Captain Poldark
was temporarily,

through grief and lack of sleep,
not himself.

And do you consider that anyone

who loses a child
and a few nights' sleep

is justified
in creating a riot.

I do not believe
he created the riot.

We require your opinion
as a physician, sir,

not as a friend
or a drinking companion.

I speak purely
as a physician.

I've based my opinion
on clinical observation.

Captain Poldark
was unsteady on his feet

and disordered in his remarks.Perhaps he was drunk.

He had not touched drink
in several days.

My lord, when his
infant daughter died,

a great many people came
to the funeral.

All of society,
from highest to low.

He's held
in very great esteem.

But with his wife ill,

it was impossible
to give them refreshment.

This weighed heavy
on his mind.

And I suggest to you that
he did provide for them.

In rousing the rabble

and leading them
to the wreck,

he both assuaged
his conscience

and filled his larder
with pillaged goods.

That was not my meaning, sir.

Thank you, sir.

You paint a very clear picture
of the prisoner's state of mind.

Enough!

Remove these persons
from the court.

Quite right, they should be
taken out and whipped!

The court will take a short adjournment!

We could not have hoped
for a better judge.

Poldark will surely hang.

Yes.

That is what you wanted?

The mine he will leave
to his wife.

We can soon
acquire the shares.

Was she not
his kitchen maid?

She will give us
no trouble.

Do not believe it.

You will be
celebrating tonight.

I certainly intend to.

You could not bear
to keep away.

I was concerned.

For me?

Do I not have cause?

Well, as you can see,
I am well,

so had you not better
return to Trenwith?

Having come so far,
I may as well stay.

Ross will be gratified.

Are you?

Are you resolved?

To prostrate myself
and beg for mercy?

Good god, man!

Do you not see
what's happening?

You stand accused of a riot
and lawlessness.

This country lives
in dread of France.

This court must be seen
to set an example.

That is why you must grovel.

Do so now, or you will not live
to see the sun rise tomorrow.

My lord.

Gentlemen of the jury.

I can only apologize

that this case has taken
so much of your time.

I will try to take
as little more

as may be necessary

to beg your clemency.

It is true that
I saw a wreck come in.

That I rode and told
several villagers.

That a number of people
came upon the beach.

And that items
were carried away.

Though not by me.

My house was searched,
and none were found.

Why?

Because I took none.

The counsel

has suggested that
I'm a revolutionary,

that these people
are revolutionaries

branded with a desire
to overthrow authority.

Well, nothing could be further
from the truth.

The people
of Sawle, Mellin,

and Grambler
who came upon the beach that day

were ordinary people,

no more or no less law-abiding,
loyal subjects than any here.

As to what happened
when they came up on the beach,

I ask you to think

of the traditions
of our county:

that people scour
the beaches for flotsam.

This is commonly known.

That in times of dire need,

when fathers
have seen their children

without a crust
for their bellies

or a rag for their backs,

these pickings
have been the means

of keeping
ordinary people alive.

What else would you have
them do?

After they have rescued the crew
and brought goods ashore,

are they then to await
the arrival of the excise men

and watch them

carry off the goods
that they have salvaged?

You ask if I was
in my right mind.

Well, you've heard evidence
that I was not.

But is it insanity
to think that rich pickings

strewn across a beach

are better used
to sustain those in need

than returned to those
whose only goal is profit?

I cannot believe it.

I will not believe it.

I make no apology
for my actions.

In truth,
I would do the same again.

Thank you.

I've heard more
penitent speeches.

But rarely
more eloquent.

My apologies.

Mm-hmm.

What happens now?

The judge's
summing up.

I would not expect
much benevolence.

Gentlemen of the jury,

this man stands accused
of riot, theft,

and assaulting
an officer of the Crown.

Your duty is to decide,
beyond reasonable doubt,

if the prisoner is guilty
or innocent.

But in law,
if you are satisfied

that a riot took place,

you only need to be satisfied
that the prisoner was involved

to find him guilty

as a principal.

The prisoner
has attempted to find

mitigating circumstances

in the distress generally
prevailing amongst the poor.

You may find this
an admirable sentiment,

but you would be failing
in your duty

if you allowed it
to influence your judgment

in any way.

Will you now consider
your verdict?

You may retire
if you wish.

Bad, is it not?

Very bad.

Not that I don't admire
his stubbornness, but...

He'll pay for it.

Will I have a chance
to say goodbye to my wife?

You will be removed from court
and taken directly to your fate.

"The quality of mercy is not strained.

"It droppeth as
the gentle rain from heaven

upon the place beneath."

And God knows
it droppeth sometimes

on those
who least deserve it.

I must congratulate you
on your eloquence.

You almost convinced me
I was guilty.

In truth,
I believe there's nothing

either you or anyone
could have said

to change the old man's mind.

He seems determined

to make
an example of you.

They're coming back.

Gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?

We have.

Do you find the prisoner guilty
or not guilty?

We find him...

...not guilty
on all three charges.

I thought we'd lost him!

I was sure of it!

Francis, dear brother,
can we not take heart from this?

Is there not hope in itfor all?

Hope?

Of a reconciling?

Of you and I,
gladly, gladly.

But Verity,
for your husband?

While I live and breathe,
it will never happen.

So he will come home
after all.

Yes.

No, no, don't stop
on my account.

I wonder if you would have wept
so prettily had I not come home.

Why would you not have
come home, Francis?

Let's not distress ourselves
to no purpose.

I am coming home.

And so is Ross.

And tomorrow,
the sun will rise again.

So let us count
our blessings.

Seems I shan't be rid
of you yet, Captain.

A pity--
I was looking forward

to dealing with the sensible
side of the family.

Is it over?

Are ye free?

It would appear so.

How did he get off?

How could the accursed jury
disregard all the evidence

and find him not guilty?

And to think I let
my uncle persuade me

against pressing
a charge of murder!

I tell you, there was not
one atom of proof

and we could not have
manufactured it.

And Paynter recanted!

He will pay for it shortly.

What now?

Do we accept defeat?

By no means.

Wheal Leisure is
his one real asset.

We must set about
buying up shares.

When I control the mine,
I control Ross.

And Francis?

His finances are
in your hands.

You can break him
tomorrow.

I could.

But for the moment, I intend
to make no move at all.

You care nothing
for his good will.

Not his.

But there is another person
to consider.

Not guilty!

As I expected.

Sit here, my dear.

May I get you
a glass of wine?

Thank you.

Stay a little
longer with us!

Nay, Jinny,
leave them be.

They'll be wanting
to be away home.

Caroline.

Thank you.

Thank you.

To Westminster.

To Ross Poldark!

You must toast as your uncle
bids you, Caroline.

You are his ward
and you must obey his wishes.

And what are
his wishes?

Why, for you

to engage yourself to a man
of substance and repute.

I intend to!

Cheers to Ross!

To Ross!

Oh, Judas!

I might go to town
tomorrow.

I've a notion to engage
a couple of servants.

And what sorts would ye
be lookin' for?

Fiendishly hardworking.

Pitifully grateful.

Exceedingly cheap.

If you hear of any such,

tell them to make themselves
known to me.

You overlook one thing.

Ross Poldark is alive
and must be aware

of our attempts
to render him otherwise.

And?

He does not strike me as a man

who takes such things
lying down.

After all, he's a soldier.

A renegade.

Your point?

That in failing
to get him hanged,

you have left yourself exposed.

I did not care for Bodmin.

This is what I desire.

You, me, our house,
candles burning,

the scent
of new-picked violets.

Maybe it's because
I'm of common stock

I'm so easily pleased.

Common stock
you are not.

There is one thing
I do desire.

A child in the crib.

To take her place?

Not to make us forget her.

Do not wish it.

Not ever?

Not for now.

With our future so uncertain.

Our future looks kinder
than we ever expected.

Much kinder.

I believe we agreed
you would not come to Bodmin.

Yes, Ross,
I believe that we did.

Have I told you what I feel
about a disobedient wife?

Have I told you what I feel
about a reckless husband?